“Witch, can you hear me?”

“I hear you. It’s surprising that we can communicate within the Specter’s Inheritance!”

Sonya and Deya were transported to the Underground Halls of the 95th and 96th levels, respectively. They were supposed to face trials, but upon arrival, they saw a stone throne rising in the hall, with two stone spheres on its armrests.

Once they sat on the stone throne, their souls received a series of messages-

“The Specter’s Inheritance is under external attack.”

“Expel them all without exception to pass this level.”

“You are now a guardian of the Specter’s Inheritance, temporarily granted control over the specter’s dream. You can control 10 orbs of specter’s dream to move and attack.”

As they grasped the stone spheres, the entire Underground Hall suddenly became transparent. Looking up, they could see thousands of Sanctuaries in the dim Dreaming Celestium, along with countless Black Orbs flying and colliding!

It was as if they were pilots sitting in the cockpit of a Black Orb!

Moreover, they could sense other Black Orbs through their fingertips. With just a thought, they could change the direction of the orbs.

Seeing this situation, there was no need for further explanation. The Sanctuaries were attacking the Black Orbs to seize the Inheritance, and Sonya and Deya’s task was naturally to control the orbs to knock all the Sanctuaries away!

The Specter Seer had clearly considered this when placing the control authority beyond the 95th level-any Sanctuary that forcefully attacked the Dreaming Celestium to seize the Inheritance must have felt hopeless in passing the trials, hence their willingness to muddy the waters.

However, if a sorcerer had already reached beyond the 95th level, they would surely believe their chances of obtaining the Inheritance were high. In their eyes, everything within the Specter’s Inheritance was already in their grasp, and they would naturally not want outsiders to destroy it!

This was a blatant strategy, with the interests of the invaders and the Trial Takers completely opposed. To protect their future interests, the Trial sorcerers would undoubtedly strive to expel the invading sorcerers!

However, there was a significant flaw in this mechanism: what if, when the Dreaming Celestium was invaded, no sorcerer had reached the 95th level yet?

The Specter Seer was clearly aware of this flaw but couldn’t resolve it.

If the threshold were lowered, allowing Trial sorcerers from the 90th, 85th, or even 80th levels to become guardians, it would indeed ensure sufficient manpower, but the likelihood of traitors would also increase-if the guardians colluded with the invaders, it would be like handing over the orbs of specter’s dream for free!

Only sorcerers beyond the 95th level could be trusted to protect the Specter’s Inheritance!

Moreover, the Specter Seer had precisely calculated this. He knew the extent of the Divine Sovereign’s interference in the Distant Sky Domain and could naturally estimate how long the Dreaming Celestium would withstand attacks. In his calculations, by the time the sorcerers sent by the Divine Sovereign invaded the Dreaming Celestium, someone should have already reached the 95th level.

But there was one factor the Specter Seer hadn’t accounted for-the decline of the Soul Sect!

In his era, Elves were the darlings of the world, and the Soul Sect was their trump card in spellcasting. The Specter Seer’s calculations assumed the future emergence of a genius soul sanctuary. However, after his death, the Six Nations gradually emerged, and the Elf tribes, caught in the tides of history, continuously split and evolved. The Blood Moon Elves and Gospel Elves were almost considered two different species.

More importantly, the Soul Sect, much like the Physical Sect, is considered too grueling for sorcerers. While the Physical Sect aids in survival, the Soul Sect is all about enduring hardship for the sake of power.

With so many other spellcasting sects available, why choose one that demands such suffering? It’s worth noting that one reason the patriarch of the Six Heraldry of Vamora subtly respects Qenna is because she is a soul sanctuary-someone who is so ruthless to herself naturally commands others’ awe.

As societal competition diminishes and people begin to seek stability and enjoyment, the decline of the Soul Sect and the rise of the Mental Sect is an inevitable historical shift.

The Specter Seer could predict human nature but failed to foresee the grand trends of history.

Moreover, let’s not forget that the Wishflux Inheritance at Ruby Mountain is far more significant than the Specter’s Inheritance. The Divine Sovereign’s main focus is actually Ruby Mountain, thus only a fraction of attention is given to the Distant Sky Domain.

Originally, the Specter Seer estimated that the Dreaming Celestium would be breached within half a month. Yet now, nearly a month has passed without even a single Trial Taker reaching the 90th level!

This glaring loophole should have been the key to the Specter’s Inheritance’s downfall. However, the nightmare lurking in the shadows unexpectedly stepped in to clean up the mess for the Specter Seer.

Boom!

Sonya and Deya, with a little trial and error, suddenly redirected twenty orbs of specter’s dream towards the densely packed cluster of Sanctuaries in the distance. Although they could control their own Black Orbs to fly over, unless they had a penchant for witnessing the embarrassing reactions of sanctuary sorcerers up close, there was no need to risk themselves.

The test proved highly effective. Faced with the unrestrained orbs of specter’s dream, the once-dominant sanctuary sorcerers could only scatter to avoid them, lest they be knocked back a hundred meters.

The Sword Princess and the Witch observed for a moment and quickly identified their primary targets for expulsion-the three groups consisting of Blood Moon, Cursed Elves, and Parasitic Sorcerers, who were relentlessly attacking a Black Orb!

Unlike the scattered and disorganized onlookers, these three groups, though small in number, were professional teams capable of mutual cooperation and even power integration.

No one understood better than the Sword Princess and the Witch how formidable a sorcerer team could be-they themselves were beneficiaries of such teamwork.

Additionally, the nightmare had informed them in advance that three sorcerer teams possessed divine intervention, enabling them to breach the Dreaming Celestium. Clearly, these three groups were the plunderers sent by the Divine Sovereign to sabotage the Specter’s Inheritance.

After a brief discussion, Sonya and Deya simultaneously launched an attack, directing twenty orbs of specter’s dream to collide with the three teams!

Although the teams were attacking the orbs of specter’s dream, they were also vigilant of their surroundings. Seeing the orbs approaching in dense formation, they quickly scattered. Sanctuaries with superior flying skills could even gracefully weave through the orbs, their movements as elegant as butterflies.

However, this time, the Black Orbs could change direction!

With a flick of Sonya and Deya’s fingers, the twenty orbs bizarrely shifted direction in mid-air, as if rebounding off an invisible wall, their momentum undiminished as they poured towards a single target-

The Blood Moon team!

Yes, they didn’t expect to take down all three teams; in fact, even handling one team would be a challenge. Sanctuary sorcerers aren’t fools, and with the protection of their Sanctuaries, they can’t be taken down easily. Even with control over twenty orbs of specter’s dream, causing significant damage would be difficult.

Their goal was to severely weaken one team, creating an imbalance of power. With two strong teams against one weakened team, internal strife would naturally arise. If they could further instigate suspicion among the teams about who might possess the Specter’s Inheritance, Sonya and Deya wouldn’t even need to lift a finger; the teams would turn on each other.

As for why they targeted the Blood Moon team, they simply chose the team whose Miracle effects seemed the most dazzling-focusing their attack on the team with the most flashy effects!

Seeing their team suddenly surrounded and crushed by twenty Black Orbs with no escape, Abyssalith and the Blood Moon Sanctuary members remained surprisingly calm.

Their forms flickered, transforming into little bats and wolves. The bats became blood shadows, flying swiftly, while the wolves leapt as moonlight, slipping through the gaps before the orbs could close in, escaping the collision zone entirely!

Many sorcerers from other lands were witnessing the Blood Saint and Moonshadow clans for the first time-these spellcasting races, continuously optimized by the Blood Moon Sovereign, naturally possessed unique advantages.

In the Sea of Knowledge, Blood Saints could transform into bats to fly over the ocean; on the Time Continent, Moonshadows could disguise themselves as virtual realm creatures to traverse the land. At the Sanctuary stage, Blood Saint bats and Moonshadow wolves could briefly transform into blood or light, allowing them to evade damage and move rapidly, even extending their unique Miracles!

Sonya and Deya were also seeing the Blood Saint and Moonshadow transformations for the first time and hadn’t anticipated such a maneuver. Even when they redirected their focus to the Cursed Elf nearby, they couldn’t form an encirclement-not because the orbs of specter’s dream were incapable, but because they were.

Their method of controlling the Black Orbs was rather crude, akin to selecting all the orbs and directing them at a single target. However, in the Specter Seer’s vision, a sorcerer capable of reaching the 95th trial should manage at least six tasks simultaneously, coordinating ten orbs to torment intruders to the brink of despair.

Yet, the Sword Princess and Witch had only recently passed the 50th trial, and they were working as a team. When precision was required, Ash and Vesser usually handled it-but they weren’t here!

Deya could switch to the White Queen to manage three tasks at once, but Sonya could only manage two. Under these circumstances, the Black Orb assault, though grand and fierce, was more intimidating than truly damaging.

On the other side, Abyssalith and his team realized the orbs were being controlled by someone.

Mirehex gracefully dodged the orbs’ assaults, her movements as elegant as if she were dancing at a ball. Her lips moved slightly, her voice echoing through the Dreaming Celestium: “Devil, Angel?”

“Impossible!” Abyssalith replied with certainty. “If it were the Specter Seer transformed into an angel or devil, their control would be far superior! Even the lingering will of the Specter Seer could easily turn this place into a graveyard!”

“The Specter Seer had no chance to become an Angel or Devil,” Malgraith remarked with a light tone. “Before departure, the Deity Lord informed us that the Specter Seer’s death was under heavy scrutiny. Leaving behind an Inheritance was already his limit; the Sorcerer’s Handbook had long been divided and torn apart. No Demigod or Divine Sovereign wanted him to continue existing-no matter the form.”

“A prophetic Demigod is something even a Divine Sovereign would fear.”

“So, these Black Orbs are controlled by sanctuary sorcerers,” Abyssalith surveyed the other Black Orbs within the Dreaming Celestium. “Though their skill is crude, they do manage to disrupt us. Unless we find the controller, we can’t continue to dismantle the Black Orbs…”

Boom!

As the three teams evaded the Black Orbs’ pursuit, a sudden explosion echoed.

A Parasitic Sorcerer, who was flying, suddenly froze mid-air, then was struck by multiple Miracles simultaneously, followed by three Black Orbs crushing him. The Sanctuary shattered completely, and his soul was severely damaged, forcing him back to reality.

When Abyssalith, Mirehex, and Malgraith looked over, a large gap had formed around the Parasitic Sorcerer. The surrounding sorcerers silently floated in the air, over two thousand pairs of eyes silently observing those teams being hunted by the Black Orbs.

A chilling sensation gripped the hearts of Abyssalith and his companions.

This was just the beginning; more was yet to come.

Abyssalith and his team represented the Divine Sovereigns in destroying the Specter’s Inheritance. Did the ordinary Sanctuaries have no objections?

Impossible.

A well-organized, slow-paced event with potential grand prizes was suddenly disrupted, and the prizes were likely to be snatched away by them. Even if the Sanctuaries weren’t resentful, they at least hoped the sorcerer teams would meet a swift demise.

These Black Orbs weren’t futile; they couldn’t cause effective harm, but they did manage to split Abyssalith’s team, providing the outer Sanctuaries an opportunity.

The Parasitic Sorcerer’s demise wasn’t the work of just one Sanctuary.

More importantly, if casualties occurred and Abyssalith’s team couldn’t retaliate immediately, it would incite even more malice.

Abyssalith’s judgment was spot on; even if the outer sorcerers bore no malice, there were ambitious ones stirring it up!

“With the Black Orbs aiding in disruption, these Divine Sovereign lackeys can’t fight collectively. Our chance has come!”

“Kill them, force them back to reality, and we have a chance to seize the Specter’s Inheritance!”

“Why should the Angelic Heritage be handed to the Divine Sovereigns? It’s clearly the Specter Seer’s Inheritance meant for us!”

“What of the Divine Sovereigns? Can they chase us from the Virtual Realm to reality?”

“The Distant Sky Domain belongs to the Sanctuaries. If the Divine Sovereigns dare to reach out, their hands should be severed!”

“These Sanctuaries willingly serve the Divine Sovereigns because they receive Boons, with a chance to reach Ruby Mountain or even the Divine Dominion. We, the ordinary sorcerers who have painstakingly cultivated, finally encounter the opportunity of the Specter’s Inheritance. How can we just hand it over?”

“It’s time to show the Divine Sovereigns that we’re not livestock at their disposal.”

“Sanctuary cannot be insulted!”

Igor, along with dozens of Mental Sanctuaries, incited and agitated, as fierce battle intent and accumulated resentment gradually swept through a thousand Sanctuaries.

To be honest, when it comes to the Specter’s Inheritance being taken, most of the Sanctuaries aren’t that concerned. After all, they don’t really believe they could claim the Codex of the Specter themselves.

What truly stirs up the Sanctuaries’ resentment and fear is the aggressive assault by the three teams on the Dreaming Celestium to seize the Specter’s Inheritance.

It’s like this: imagine there’s a prize locked in a safe, and only the winner with the key can claim it. Most people are prepared for the possibility that they won’t be the winner, and seeing someone else win doesn’t spark much resentment.

But if a group ignores the rules and comes in to blow up the safe, that incites public outrage!

The experiences in virtual realm exploration naturally lead sorcerers to the simple belief that opportunities in the Virtual Realm are fair, and everyone must rely on themselves. For sorcerers, who have likely witnessed much injustice and inequality in reality, the equality of all beings in the Virtual Realm is precious.

The three teams’ actions, using the Divine Sovereign to invade the Specter’s Inheritance, undoubtedly trample on the purity of the Virtual Realm, shattering the sorcerers’ wishful thinking!

It turns out, even in the Virtual Realm, opportunities can be unequal!

If the three teams were progressing smoothly, it might be different. But now, with their progress hindered, the malice of the outer Sanctuaries naturally swells and ignites-they are not only trying to seize the Specter’s Inheritance but also to protect the cherished purity of the Virtual Realm!

Even the Divine Sovereign cannot-

Rule the Virtual Realm!

Even if we are The Crowd, we are a crowd composed of sanctuary sorcerers. We might not succeed in achieving something, but can we not succeed in causing trouble?

Bang!

A Cursed Elf discovered her Sanctuary had been shot, and when she turned to look, she saw a storm of Miracles descending like a torrential rain.

She almost melted instantly, with only a few soul fragments escaping back to reality.

Sonya and Deya stood stunned, watching the chaotic battle of Sanctuaries erupt in the Dreaming Celestium. The hundreds and thousands of Miracle rains were more dazzling than fireworks.

For a long moment, the sword Princess snapped back to reality: “Quick, put on the cloaks. We can’t take them off from now on. We absolutely cannot reveal that we triggered this war!”

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by Aunomay